[verse 1: timbaland] let me see them big t*tties, don’t act saddity you ain’t pretty break bread if you wanna get wit’ me, all i wanna do is dig off in them kidneys tell ya boyfriend he better mind his business, ‘fore he end up in the trunk of my bentley i am still a boss, he can’t hit me, he ain’t got enough paper to deal wit’ me baby girl wanna two step wit’ me, turn around rub ya *ss up against me whoa, lil’ mama done got tipsy, and then tonight, tomorrow you’re history all you haters wit’ that hoe sh*t miss me, i stay strapped security don’t frisk me set it off ’til this m*th*fu*ka empty, i turn around do the same sh*t next week come on

[chorus: timbaland & justin timberlake] bounce (like yo’ *ss had the hiccups) bounce (like we was ridin’ in my pick-up) bounce (why you lookin’ so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up) bounce (i got the remedy, it’s you on me and me on you and you on me and me on you and you on her then her on me and her on you and y’all on me then me on y’all and y’all on me menage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)

[verse 2: dr. dre] ooh! there she go, just what the doc’s been lookin’ fo’ she just what i need, black and chinese like sum yung ho i got a bungalow, we can diappear for a week or so (yeah) i got a steady young flow, super bowl wit’ it like i’m dungy yo (oh) yes, congratulations, you won a millionaire invitation sorry i’m so demandin’, but save the dancin’, for back at the mansion and ain’t, this money handsome? ain’t, that a panty anthem? i kill me, just like you, from the back you’ll see

[chorus: timbaland & justin timberlake] bounce (like yo’ *ss had the hiccups) bounce (like we was ridin’ in my pick-up) bounce (why you lookin’ so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up) bounce (i got the remedy, it’s you on me and me on you and you on me and me on you and you on her then her on me and her on you and y’all on me then me on y’all and y’all on me menage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)

[verse 3: missy elliott] hold up! h*ll naw! like britney spears i wear no draws in the club i drink it up, gulp gulp drink it up got patron sippin’ in my cup, that’s ya man i bet i can make him look when he see the jugs he wanna rush and get a quick touch of the big ol’ b*tt mmhmm big ol’ b*tt, thick legs, big ol’ jugs, legs stick like rims on the truck take him to the crib, yep, we gon’ fu*k, you can call me a freak i like to get buck i don’t have to do much to make you get it up some young hoe she worth two dollars, i’m worth more dollars that make a beauty parlors i pop collars, ccc-collars, i don’t buy shots i only buy the bottles only rich girls, we only buy the bottles and like a p*rn star i’m best when i swallow

[chorus: timbaland & justin timberlake] bounce (like yo’ *ss had the hiccups) bounce (like we was ridin’ in my pick-up) bounce (why you lookin’ so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up) bounce (i got the remedy, it’s you on me and me on you and you on me and me on you and you on her then her on me and her on you and y’all on me then me on y’all and y’all on me menage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)